True Story

I only saved this one piece of clothing. Can you imagine, it had matching pants!  I also remember that this shirt was part of my best outfit and it was very tight on me.

Over the last thirty or so years, I was slowly dying - well over 300 pounds. I suffered from asthma, bouts of Ulcerative Colitis (since age 4), and my knees had given out. Of course I'd tried 'everything', and yes, it usually worked ...at least for while: I had my ears stapled, joined every weight loss group, ate packaged foods, and sought psychiatric help. Then I became bulimic, then anorexic, and ultimately one day started eating and could not stop. I even tried to get on Oprah! When my body was over 55% fat, I couldn't function at all, and was told I had to have surgery. When I finally got home I was so happy to be in my own bed.  Just as I was drifting off, my son Joe came rushing in and told me I was to got to the ER immediately. There were complications, (a hole) and it had to be fixed NOW. Shots to deaden the area didn't work and I had tubes shoved into me left and right. I screamed bloody murder and didn't care who heard me.  Whenever I watch Untold Stories of the ER, when someone needs a tube inserted, I have to leave the room. I had to be tube-fed for three months. It took over a year to recover, and at times, I begged God to just take me so the pain would just end. Bless my husband, he fed me while I slept because the treatments were too much for me.

It was during this time I knew I had to find some other way.   I started to do my own research. I read books, labels, scoured the internet, and took classes on line.  What I discovered was shocking and it angered me greatly.  As I armed myself with information, I made a conscious decision to stop dieting.  Yes, you read that correctly, I STOPPED DIETING.

Instead, I made small changes that included eating nutrient-dense foods.  As my body started to get nourished, cravings for junk food slowly went away.  I had to relearn to eat healthy.One slow step at a time. That's all I did. When one step became a habit, I made another small change, and another,  and so on.  It got to the point that when I tried to eat something processed, it disgusted me, and never tasted like I had remembered it.

We have been duped. We have been fed a line of bull and given what I refer to as "Franken Food" or "dead Food." It's no accident that we cannot stop eating.  Have you ever been on a taste test panel? How did you like the texture? How did it feel in your mouth? These were questions designed to achieve what is referred to as the "bliss point." That beautiful mouthful that makes you crave more... This is what processed foods are all about. There is no such thing as willpower when your body is screaming out for no nurishment that is nonexistent in these 'foods.' (I obviously use that word facetiously) 

I now have freedom from the all-consuming, tormenting thoughts about food. Food has become neutral, as it should be -- not some crazed, dark obsession. This is a freedom I never thought I'd know. Take it from me: there is magnificent life after dieting and fake food waiting for you. 

 

Please read my other blogs for more insight into how how my addiction began and how I started on the road to radiance!